Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Keilani, thanks for being so nice. That’s won’t be necessary.”

Tyrone gazed at Keilani, his eyes carrying a subtle warning.

Maybe it was Tyrone’s stern look that made Keilani start to speak, then stop short.

Tyrone took Jennie to a big mall downtown. There was this massive children’s park in the basement.

Jennie, still a kid, loved the amusement park. She played there for almost an hour.

When Jennie was exhausted from playing, Tyrone led her to a stall and got her some drink.

The stall was packed, mostly with young girls. People kept sneaking peeks at Tyrone.

“See that guy over

him. She murmured, “Too bad he’s got a kid. Otherwise, I

E L A ‘s L I

dashing and excellent with kids. That’s wonderful. Unlike my

Tyrone strolled over, picked up the drink, slipped

cautiously. After she had consumed about half, she started to blow bubbles into the

glimpse of her doing this and she flashed him a

past a boutique, Tyrone picked out a couple of toys for Jennie. They were intricate wooden models that formed

paying for the toys, Tyrone suggested, “Let’s check that

the restroom, Jennie said,

the restroom. Can you manage

was confident about going to the restroom alone, not needing anyone to accompany